it's 4 in the morning

Cherry

By shoe

Thu, 13 Jan 2011
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The first night - in a while - without
wine, and sleep eludes

Squint at the LED without the customary
headache, the hour belongs to regrets

which gather in the shadows to stare me down
like lost souls in the dark

'You can't live in the past' you say
-you call this living?-

Life - that playground bully-
saunters on, triumphant

I count the things I thought I had, but
like stars, really they were somewhere else entirely

Life - that trickster - plays a close hand
and you, sleeping, convexed

Is life playing an ace

Certificate U
You're O.K, I'm not O.K
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Comments

Submitted by Beeme on
Absolutely love the poem Shoe, great last line. Beeme xx

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Submitted by Highhat on
Wonderful Shoe. Brilliant. ;)Pia

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
I really like this one Shirley

 

Submitted by JoseHdz on
Clever. loved this line: "Life - that playground bully- saunters on, triumphant" cheers, jose.

Submitted by seashore on
Superb.

Submitted by shoe on
Thanks to you all for your encouraging comments, Things always seem worse at night don't they.

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'Life - that playground bully- saunters on, triumphant' - love this image, Shirley. And those last couple of lines are just wonderful! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Inspired, Shirley...this one. Totally inspired;-) Tina

 

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
This is such a clever piece (I was craving some Shirley poetry so I decided to go through your old stuff :D), I liked these lines especially: I count the things I thought I had, but like stars, really they were somewhere else entirely I find myself wanting to scuttle back to my own writing desk, inspiring stuff.

 

Submitted by shoe on
Wow, thanks Maggy, that's the best compliment I have ever had! I sometimes get bought back to an older poem and it always feels like someone else has written it, not me, wierd.